I Was Raped. This is My Story.

My story begins my senior year of high school in 1998. I grew up in Odenton, Maryland, a small town right outside of Annapolis. I went to Arundel Senior High, our school colors were kelly green and white and our mascot was the Wildcat. During my time in high school, I wasn’t involved in a lot of extracurricular activities; I mainly socialized with my group of friends and worked part-time at a local retail store. I was fairly popular in school, most people knew me to be the funny fat girl. That’s not what they called me, but that is who I was. My main crew was a mix of girls and guys, and we would hang out at my house after school since my mom was not home. My dad left the house when I was six, and my parents divorced a few years later. My siblings and I were raised by my mom. My dad was present in my life, but we spent the majority of our time with our mother. My mom was a great mother, and worked hard to support the family. She valued education, and a strong work ethic and did the best she could with what she had.

One spring Friday my sister and I discovered that my mom was going to a night club and wouldn’t be back until late that night or the next day. We decided to have a little party at our house that night. It was the usual crew. There was alcohol and marijuana at the party. In high school, I did not smoke pot, but I did drink alcohol. I had been experimenting with alcohol since I was about 12-years-old, an outcry from previous years of sexual abuse suffered at the hands of relatives. Well, the night was filled with music and partying, and things soon escalated beyond my control. One minute, we were all hanging out in my basement, having a good time, and the next minute it seemed like I was surrounded by a group of guys that have been taken over by some evil spirit.

We had all been drinking, and I was drunk as well. I remember being on my knees surrounded by the group of my guy friends. They were cheering each other on, asking me to perform oral sex on them. I said, “No,” and tried to push them away. My efforts were useless. One of the guys suggested going upstairs to one of the bedrooms. Before I knew it, I was on the bed and one of them had pulled my pants and underwear off. I remember calling for my sister, calling out her name, but no one came. After the first guy raped me, another one got on. There my body lay limp and without life. I just wanted it all to be over. By the time the third guy was on top of me, I heard my sister bust through the door. I remember the lights coming on, and I heard everyone scatter. I remember her saying, “What is going on in here? Betsy, are you okay?” In a place that I have never experienced, my body and mind felt inside out. I remember feeling the tears come from my eyes, and not understanding all that just happened.

The next morning, I asked her not to say anything to anyone. I just wanted to forget all that happened the night before. I didn’t report the incident, I didn’t say anything to my mom or dad. I hated those guys, and I was disgusted at myself. Why did I get so drunk? How could this happen? How could they do this to me? We were supposed to be friends. For more than 10 years, I never spoke about that night, and never told anyone about it. I felt ashamed and the one to blame.

When I turned 30, I decided that I needed to break the silence. The horrors of what happened to me as a child and during high school were killing me from the inside out. My twenties were marked by heavy alcohol abuse, prescription drugs and marijuana. I was looking for anything to dull the pain, and it was easy to mask it with alcohol. Since college was all about partying and drinking, no one thought my behavior was beyond the norm, aside from the times I was hospitalized for alcohol poisoning and those mornings I spent throwing up blood because I had drank past what my body could handle.

I knew that if I wanted to live a healthy and vibrant life, I had to let go of that which was killing me. I needed to be free. Free from guilt and shame, from heart ache and grief. I was smiling on the outside and dying on the inside. I wanted to truly be happy, to love myself. In October 2010, I took the first real step towards healing, which was forgiveness. I first forgave myself, and then I begin to forgive those who had violated my body. I forgave those who hurt me as child, and those who hurt me as a teenager. I let go of the anger and pain, and I cried the last tears of those pains. That year, I started to write my memoir. It is a story of victory and inspiration. I needed to share my story, because it is a story of healing and triumph. I used the tragic events of my childhood to fuel my strength as a brave, victorious young woman.

I have a voice, and it will be heard.

If I could rewind time and go back to that period of my life, I would have broken the silence then. I wish I had the courage and bravery to tell my mom or my counselor about the rape. I allowed fear to steal my voice and courage.

If you have experienced sexual assault in any way, shape, or form, tell someone. Allow your family and friends to support you through the process. Rapists belong in jail, not free to violate and destroy lives. Be brave. “No” means “No.”

About the author: Betsy A. Calloway is a published poet, freelance author, artist, and social entrepreneur. Her first self-publication, My Life in Color: The Nature of Transparency, is an inspirational memoir chronicling her personal challenges and victories over the past 30 years, and will be released in June 2014. She is currently working on her Master’s degree in Public Administration at Bowie State University. Follow Betsy on Twitter at @BetsyCalloway, and keep up to date with her blog.

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I think every other girl who has been able to speak out and recover even a little is very strong ,i don’t think i can ever find the strength to speak out or even recover.I really wish the best for all those who have found a way to recover.like to hell can’t guys hold their dicks to their pants.JESUS HELP US

Unfortunately (in a way) this is true. Women are de facto objects in their role as females.
In the many ways that female humans are just people they are not mere objects. It’s only when a female human is looked upon for her female attributes that she becomes an object.

I think every other girl who has been able to speak out and recover even a little is very strong ,i don’t think i can ever find the strength to speak out or even recover.I really wish the best for all those who have found a way to recover.like to hell can’t guys hold their dicks to their pants.JESUS.

I think every other girl who has been able to speak out and recover even a little is very strong ,i don’t think i can ever find the strength to speak out or even recover.I really wish the best for all those who have found a way to recover.like to hell can’t guys hold their dicks to their pants.

I was raped at 13! I was headed to the fishing hole it meet up with friends. On the way there you had to walk past an abandoned building with a set of step on the back leading no where. There was 2 guys sitting on them. I know both. One was a neighbor the other a neighbors nephew. I waved and continued on. Little back round. My neighbor pretty much tortured all the kids including me by throwing our bikes in the dumpster always causing problems. So I continued to the fishing hole. I had shorts on to my knees and an old t shirt on. I got down to the barges and I don’t know how long he had been there or what but my neighbor 19 was there on the barges with me realizing my friends were not there. I’m not real sure what happened or how it got to that point but the next thing I know he had me on the ground didn’t even pull my pants off he pulled my shorts to the side and raped me I was covered in rust from trying to get away from him. I went home showered for hours trying to get his filth off me it never washed off completely. I hid the clothes and never ever until today. I truly felt at fault like I did something to cause it. Why did I go alone. Today he is in jail , Larry Henning, for child pornography and a few other things. I finally feel safe to speak out as we lived in the same town. I’m glad he’s in jail. I wish I would have reported him maybe I’d have save some kids being raped by him.

1. Men who cannot handle themselves around women who are free to dress however they want DO NOT have the right to touch, grope, or grab women based upon what they’re wearing. Women can wear whatever they want. It’s not their fault that men cannot handle themselves.

2. Everyone makes bad decisions. So if someone gets drunk, so what? Is every woman, or man, supposed to think, “Should I drink? There could be a rapist around!” Is that honestly likely? Do YOU think that whenever you start drinking? If not, then why should anyone else?

3. A woman not speaking out about it doesn’t mean the story is fake or made up. Rape is a very serious situation and most people don’t know what to do. We aren’t routinely taught, “Here’s what to do if you’re being raped!”

YOU do not get to decide if someone was raped or not.
YOU do not get to say what happened.

1. So what? Telling rapists they should not rape is a waste of breath.
2. You decide what you are going to do or not do. You cannot decide for a rapist what he will do or not do. All you can do toward him is avoid him, avoid leaving yourself unnecessarily vulnerable, and defend yourself from a rapist if the first two tactics don’t work.
3. “Freezing” is an uncontrollable reaction to a (especially) sudden threat. Even very well trained and combat experienced soldiers often freeze, at least for a moment, when suddenly attacked. Freezing does not mean that you are a coward or that you gave consent.
Having physical pleasure from sexual stimulation is not at all abnormal. Fear of injury or being murdered can stimulate both women and men’s sexual organ systems.
Being raped but physically unharmed – he was stronger, bigger or a more skilled wrestler than you – brings a feeling of relief afterwards. With the subsidence of the fear you may recall pleasurable feelings. This is within normalcy.
Much of the damage from “nonviolent” (non-brutal, non-injurious) rape comes from being indoctrinated, terrorized, with “rape will ruin your life”; “you’d need YEARS of counseling”; “you’d NEVER recover.” Which can be self-fulfilling prophecies. Many of the women I have known, from a grandmother on, were sexually assaulted or fully raped. Mother, sisters, friends, girlfriends. No telling how many women I know or have known were raped or had rape attempted on them that I don’t know about.
It’s up to you whether you file a (criminal) complaint following a rape. The most pressing thing is to minimize the damage you suffer. You are told that you should not bathe or wash, douche, change clothes. But if he has a dangerous infection (STD) the first thing you should do is clean his fluids out of your vagina. A spermicide douche will reduce the probability of pregnancy in addition to killing and removing a STD.
Save panties that may have his fluids and sperm on them, save clothing and anything that may have his skin flakes, hair, saliva (spit). Keep anything you scrape from under your fingernails even if you didn’t claw him.
You can do all this even if you choose not to make a.complaint to law enforcement. If you see that he has been arrested for raping, attempting to rape, or sexually assaulting someone else, you may volunteer to be a witness in criminal proceedings or at sentencing. The soiled clothes, fingernail scraping, everything you kept in a ziplock bag or better vacuum bag may help get him convicted or a stronger sentence. One of my sisters who was raped saw that the rapist was being prosecuted for raping a woman several years later. Seven other women he raped after he raped my sister came to testify against him.

I’m sorry but I have to call bullshit on this story. Why? Because obviously it is.

1st of all you say you begged your parents to let be alone in your room with a guy you claim was always trying to get in your pants.

2nd, if he was really raping you then why didn’t you just call out to your parents who right down stairs? What? you didn’t want to get your rapist in trouble? Give me a fucking break. Your either super fucking stupid or a just a dumb immature vindictive little girl mad because of something else that most likely happened.

3rd, you never really even said if he penetrated you. If he was just grabbing at your tits and pants but never even got your clothes off then stopped, he DID NOT rape you. And you would be wrong for going around and spreading that. Rape is a serious matter and any girls who just throw that around are without justification are dumb sorry ass excuses for people.

The fact you spread it around the school and among your friends but never told your parents, teachers or the police means your lying. Especially since you still go to school and see him every day. If you were truly terrified like you claim this would be a different story. But obviously your not that terrified. I don’t even know you and I can tell off the bat your a liar and I can tell you what really happened just from reading your bullshit.

You gave in and had consensual sex, then he stopped talking to you. And in a cruel immature vindictive narcissistic manner you started the rumor that he raped you. Again, if your clothes never came off and he never penetrated you then you were not raped. If he forcefully tore your clothes off and penetrated you then you should have called out to your parents who right outside your door in the same house. But you didn’t, and this story is pure bullshit. In true narcissistic fashion you make yourself look like a helpless victim and angel. If you were really a victim it would only be your fault cause you had every opportunity to stop it before it happened. Real victims don’t have that opportunity and they sure as hell don’t sit there quietly during or after.

I guarantee this will lead to you claiming every guy your not happy with raped you if you don’t fess up and make amends. Ruining another persons life by labeling them a rapist is not cool and technically he would be the real victim and you the abuser. That is not o.k., and just as bad as rape. Rape lasts for minutes, but being labeled a rapist can stay with you forever. Grow the fuck up and have some respect for the real victims of rape. Dumb shit immature little girl.

***NOTE: I AM AWARE THAT I COULD HAVE TAKEN PRECAUTIONS, HOWEVER I WAS YOUNG AND NOT EDUCATED ON RAPE AND HOW TO PREVENT IT***

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HIGHLY graphic contact with detail. DO NOT read if you cannot handle details or are trigger by speak of rape!

Whenever I had just turned 14 (I’m 16 now, still very young but a lot more mature and wiser), I was in a relationship with this guy. He was a few months younger, so he was just 13. We “dated” for about 3 months before this event occurred. My parents allowed him to come over to my house, and for us to go to my room because I begged them to, so they just allowed me to. My bedroom was on the top floor of the house and my parents stayed downstairs and would come upstairs to check on us. He had always pressured me to have sex with him, but I never obliged. We would kiss, but nothing happened.

One day, however, it was pretty apparent that he was turned on. He began to get on top of me and try to unbutton my pants and would grab at my (highly underdeveloped) breasts. I repeatedly told him I wasn’t ready for this but he told me to “relax”. I was terrified, I didn’t know what he would do, if it would hurt, I didn’t want it, and I was not prepared at all. I kept squirming, so he put his arm across my body and held me down with that one arm. I wasn’t aware of what he was doing, but he kept kissing me and I couldn’t gain control to push him away (note, i was merely 95 pounds at the time. He was 170, I didn’t have control over him at all). Anyways, he began to shove his hand down my pants.

This is when it hit me. Things were going a lot further than I ever even thought of happening. I mean, I was 14. This never crossed my mind. I begged him to stop. I laid there, held down by his arm and I said, “No, stop, ______(his name), I’m not ready,” and I continued to make excuses. I told him that he was hurting me, which he was, and he did not move. I told him I didn’t want to, and he didn’t move. I finally told him that my parents were coming upstairs (they weren’t) and he finally got off. I waited about 3 weeks to dump him out of fear, but he didn’t come over after that. After I dumped him, I told my best friend what happened and she told other people. He then told people that it was consensual, and to this day, he claims it was, though he did admit it over text message. I no longer have the texts because I got a new phone, though.

This isn’t the end of the story, though. A year later in late July, I was staying at my best friends house for her birthday and noticed she had been texting him. She left and I went through the text messages (I know it makes me a snoop, but I needed to know, she knows what he did to me and she was texting him). I find out he had been cheating on me with a girl also in my grade, and he was sexting her in class, and my best friend knew because she sat by the other girl in the chorus class they had together.

Not only was my second boyfriend ever a rapist, but he also cheated on me. I still see him everyday at school and we even have some classes together. Being around him is terrifying, but slowly, I am recovering. However, my trust, will never be healed, I believe. I am now in a relationship with an amazing guy and we are going on four months, and he is highly aware of the situation and does everything in his power to help!

If you are a victim of rape, do NOT feel obligated to stay with the person. Trusting again can also be difficult, however, not everyone is so horrible. I recommend an app called “Safe Trek”. You hold down a button anytime you feel unsafe and if you don’t put your 4-digit code in, the police will be notified of your location and will be sent to where you are. With this, you don’t have to call the police.

Rape is a very serious matter and if you are a victim, don’t be afraid to speak out. Many people keep their stories to themselves out of fear. Never be afraid to talk to a friend, a trusted adult if you’re underage, or the police. Anyone can help!

I’m sorry but I have to call bullshit on this story. Why? Because obviously it is.

1st of all you say you begged your parents to let be alone in your room with a guy you claim was always trying to get in your pants.

2nd, if he was really raping you then why didn’t you just call out to your parents who right down stairs? What? you didn’t want to get your rapist in trouble? Give me a fucking break. Your either super fucking stupid or a just a dumb immature vindictive little girl mad because of something else that most likely happened.

3rd, you never really even said if he penetrated you. If he was just grabbing at your tits and pants but never even got your clothes off then stopped, he DID NOT rape you. And you would be wrong for going around and spreading that. Rape is a serious matter and any girls who just throw that around are without justification are dumb sorry ass excuses for people.

The fact you spread it around the school and among your friends but never told your parents, teachers or the police means your lying. Especially since you still go to school and see him every day. If you were truly terrified like you claim this would be a different story. But obviously your not that terrified. I don’t even know you and I can tell off the bat your a liar and I can tell you what really happened just from reading your bullshit.

You gave in and had consensual sex, then he stopped talking to you. And in a cruel immature vindictive narcissistic manner you started the rumor that he raped you. Again, if your clothes never came off and he never penetrated you then you were not raped. If he forcefully tore your clothes off and penetrated you then you should have called out to your parents who right outside your door in the same house. But you didn’t, and this story is pure bullshit. In true narcissistic fashion you make yourself look like a helpless victim and angel. If you were really a victim it would only be your fault cause you had every opportunity to stop it before it happened. Real victims don’t have that opportunity and they sure as hell don’t sit there quietly during or after.

I guarantee this will lead to you claiming every guy your not happy with raped you if you don’t fess up and make amends. Ruining another persons life by labeling them a rapist is not cool and technically he would be the real victim and you the abuser. That is not o.k., and just as bad as rape. Rape lasts for minutes, but being labeled a rapist can stay with you forever. Grow the fuck up and have some respect for the real victims of rape. Dumb shit immature little girl.

And you have the nerve to tell people don’t be afraid and tell someone. Just wow.

You do not get to decide if someone was raped or not. I told my parents, I talked to my mother about it when she asked me why I broke up with him. He did penetrate me with his fingers. I begged them to allow me in my room with him the first time he ever came over, NOT knowing he would persistently pressure me into sex. I didn’t spread the rumor. I told a close friend and she told other people.

If you were not there for the situation, you don’t get to say what is true and what is not true.

Yes, I am terrified of the guy. I changed nearly ALL of my classes at school so I wouldn’t have to be class with him.

I have had many breakups over the years and not once have I falsely said anything about the other person, because that’s not who I am. That’s not how I react. Your belief that my story is fake may be my fault for not being clear, but I was young and stupid. I had JUST turned 14. I didn’t know what to do, how to react. All I knew in the moment was fear.

Also, I stated that he shoved his hand down my pants. I thought that most people would be intelligent enough to infer what this meant was happening; he was fingering me against my will while I struggled and told him to stop repeatedly.

If you have never been in a situation like this, do not tell anyone what to do or say it’s bullshit because of what they did or didn’t do. Everyone says that if they’re ever in a situation where they’re being raped, they’ll kick and scream or somehow get much more strength and throw the guy off, or whatever they might say. However, when you are as scared as I was, you start panicking and you basically turn into a deer caught in headlights.

I tell people to not be afraid and to tell someone because I didn’t want them to go through what I did of not speaking out. I told my friends because I WAS FOURTEEN. I DID NOT KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO.

Every story is different.
You can choose to not believe mine, but you never know if the story is actually true. In this case, I am saying it is 100% true and I, as a Christian, will put my hand on the bible and say that.
I have heard of many girls who have been raped but were too scared to speak out. I am not the only one.
But like the original post says, no means no. If anyone is being forced into any sexual acts and they say no, even if it is once or a million times, it means no. That automatically means there is no consent being given.

This happened to me almost three years ago. I have had time to accept that it happened. Before you assume, I am not over it, and I am not comfortable with it.

Think before you assume, and think before you insult people based on little evidence. Thanks!

That your parents allowed him to be in your bedroom with the door closed pretty much means they didn’t mind you having sex with him. Or they are mind-boggling naive?
I used to know a guy whose girlfriend was 13 when he was in his early 20s. Her mother welcomed him spending the night with her. She thought it was better than her daughter out fornicating with who knows. He had a good job and they intended to marry as soon as they could buy a marriage license (her 16th birthday). Her mother felt that her daughter wasn’t likely to get a better man so she went along with the arrangement very supportively.

I was raped back when I was 22 yrs old. I worked with this guy at a nursing home whom I thought was so funny, nice, cute and in his mid thirtys, he gave me attention and he was married, but he told me they were getting a divorice. So he asked if I want to go hang out. I was excited yet hesitant because, well he was still married and I’m not that person. It was weird because he took me to go shooting. Not really what I thought we were going to do. I was think go eat somewhere. So I watched him shoot and we left he asked if we wanted to go to my house which I lived with my parents at that time. So we went to my room which was down stairs. God I was so stupid! We talked and I was showing him stuff in my room. He then came up to me and started kissing me. I was somewhat okay with it even though I knew in my head he was married or separated, and I just didn’t want to go there with him. As he progressed and kept pushing to go further he layed me on the bed kissing me more. I told him “I can’t you’re married” he said “it’s okay”. I told him I don’t want to do this. I tried getting up from the bed and he held me down. He then stood up pulled his pants down and I tried to get up before he could get back on me. I got half way up and he then pushed me down onto the bed . I was questioning myself am I not saying it strong and firm enough. So I told him again “You need to stop, I don’t want to do this”! He then pinned my arms down and started pulling my pants down. I looked at him and told him to stop, I don’t want to do this, please STOP! I tried again to get up an he then put himself into me. I kept telling him “please stop, just stop, please stop”! He was so stronge I couldn’t get him off! He kept telling me in my eat “You know you like it, you know you want It”. NO I didn’t want it! I wanted him to stop! I then just gave up and hoped it would be over soon. I just looked out my window and drifted away. He finished, got up and put his pants on… (I can still to this day see him putting them on). I laid their not knowing what to do. I rolled to my side again looking out my window thinking “What the hell just happened”? He came over to me sat on the bed and asked me if I was mad? I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t say anything I was in shock. Like a robot I got up, pulled up my pants that he had pulled down. He then looks at me and said “Are you okay”? I just wanted him gone, gone out of my room gone out of my house. I walked him to the door and shut it to make sure he left, I went down stairs got into the shower andI scrubbed and scrubbed with soap, shampoo, conditioner and still I couldn’t get clean enough I ended up sitting in the shower rethinking everything and just cried, I had the water as hot as I could take it and let the water just fall on me. I didn’t know what to do. My Mom was up stairs sleeping (what she did best) and she couldn’t hear me. I still to this day blame myself for letting him come in my room. I blame myself for not getting him to stop. I ask myself did I do everything I could have to make him stop? I’m completely ashamed. I failed to protect myself. I became very angry and hated life and never told anyone until the age of 33 yrs old which was11 yrs later. I had been married 9 yrs never told anyone and while being in talent with my husband who I feel safe with something triggered and took me back to the rape. I never talked about it nor told a sou about itl because I felt and feel the blame for letting him in my house. I tried to kill myself which the cops came and found me. They took me to the hospital I told them why and how it got brought up. I unfortunately had to tell my loving husband I was raped on the phone from the hospital. I was so afraid he would be mad at me for hearing this, but it was me who was mad and never got the help and toId anyone. He felt bad. Which was so not his fault. I’m still trying to work on not blaming myself, but it’s so hard to not too. I suffer from PTSD and have flash backs still to this day. I blame myself everyday haven’t even thought about forgiving myself. That may never happen.

This is what i mean. People who put themselves in a situation then call it rape because they weren’t happy with the outcome. You went to hang out with a guy you knew was married. Your a slut and that’s o.k. Just admit it.

how dare u say women put themselves into the situation??? did she ask for being raped? NO. then what the hell are you talking about?!
Seriously people saying that girls that have been raped are themselves to blame like WTF? YOU CAN GET DRUNK, HANG OUT WITH PEOPLE OLDER THAN YOU, WEAR THE CLOTHES YOU WANT AND THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR BEING RAPED, there NO excuses, anything that JUSTIFIES IT. cant people not understand this??? is like being robbed because you had money with you like wth?
If you really think the fault is the person who has been raped and not anyone but the RAPER you should really reconsider yourself and your mental health. thankyou.

Are people not allowed to have friends? Are women supposed to look at every guy and be averted, thinking, “This guy may rape me, therefore, I cannot be friends with him!”

Are people not allowed to drink because people can take advantage of you?

You’re basically telling women to stop living because they may be raped but anyone can be raped at any given moment. It doesn’t matter what they’re wearing, if they’ve been drinking, their age, their relationship with the other person, etc,.

If you’re an internet troll or something, find something less serious to troll about.

Blaming rapists gets you NOWHERE!!
Sure rape is the rapist’s fault. So it is that it’s the cougar’s fault that it pounced on you. What good does it do you to blame the cougar when you knew that cougars are attracted to women on their periods but you thought, “It’s my right to go running by myself in the forest even when I’m on my period and YOU and NO ONE is gonna tell me I can’t!!” You’ve done it a hundred times and nothing’s happened.
OK, the guilty cougar’s been hunted down and shot. What good does it do you? Or to the ten other women’s skeletons found in the cougar’s lair?
The rational thing is to avoid the cougars.
Now, you can’t look at men and pick out the ones who are rapists. Some of them haven’t raped. Some will never rape; they never have an opportunity they feel safe to take advantage of. But they will if they find or are able to arrange the opportunity.
Do what you can to avoid “daring” rapists to attack you. Let some other feminist activist be bait for rapists.

I’m 15. I’m the kind of person that wants to help. All the time. I was 14 when I was raped by a 22 year old. I knew him before And he was a cool friend and me and him and friends partied together. I never was alone with him because he told me he was attracted to me. But one night on may 25,2016 he texted me insisting he needed to talk. And he had no one else and he was about to break down. I felt bad. I wanted to help. But I said no because I didn’t wanna be alone with him. I ended up sneaking out that night to be there and give him someone to talk to. I was nervous for sneaking out. So I drank. I took some beer he had but I didn’t stop drinking. The more he spoke the more I drank. Then he touched me. I said no and I tried pushing him off of me but It was useless. He reformed oral sex to me by holding me down. I ende up getting him off of me somehow and getting my clothes on. I couldn’t go anywhere cause I didn’t know where I was. All I knew was I was stuck in his truck. I tried to call my boyfriend at the time for help but I couldn’t find wifi to call or text him. It was useless. Then he took my clothe off again and forced me to go near him. He forced me to have sex with him. I tried to push off an I sa no and stop but he didn’t stop. And I was to drunk to do anything about it. I sat there. Feeling worthless. Then he stopped. I somehow moved over to the other side and got dressed. I insisted he took me home an he did. But before I got out of the truck. He drove off again. He parked at a park near my house. And he forced me to have sex with him again. Then he took me home. I woke up and wet to school with a hangover and hurting. He took my virginity. Which was not his to take. I told a friend and she told everyone. The whole town knew. Some people hated me and alot of people hated him. I ende up telling the police. Now he’s in jail and facing 3 sexual assault charges. But court an the police constantly contacting me. Was over whelming. And PTSD doesn’t just go away. For me it’s bad. So I wanted to try to kill myself. My mom sent me to a hospital for a suicidal watch. They sent me to a group home for a while. I got back from there finding out I might have to testify at court. I feel broken. Hurt. Gross. Used and tired of fighting everything. Everything is so hard. It’s my fault for going and drinking but he did something that was not ok and consent was not given to him. He’s 22 I was 14. It’s gross. He ruined my life. My bf broke up with me. And I’ve been dating him for 7 months. And I couldn’t blame him. It takes 2 ta tango. Me and the guy who raped me multiple times are in fault. But he fucked up bad. Worse.

The same kind of thing happenend to me this year on february 12th and im 15 too he was 21 and i thought i could trust him but one night he pinned me down and i was drunk and he had sex with me without my permission and now im pregnant and nothings getting done about it i hate it so much..

Nothing the prosecutor, court, jury or prison does to him will fix what he did to you. You played with fire and got burned. Maybe you played with fire a hundred times and didn’t get burned. But you kept playing with fire until you were burned.
Now take advantage of your class at the University of Hardnox and avoid playing with fire. The past can’t be done over.
Fire is useful and does many good things for us. But if you’re careless you may get burned.

You are a disgusting human Robert from all the responses i have read of yours so far i truly believe that you are either a rapist and is trying to justify your actions by blaming women or that you are just that fucking retarded and you don’t understand the concept of concent. You are a pice of shit i hope you are put somewhere where people like you get whats coming to you

you put yourself in that situation and now you have to live with that happened . you should more or less blame yourself you chose to drink surrounded by guys who in your heart knew only wanted one thing from you yet you still chose to do certain things that led to the situation now live with your poor choices and stop trying to get sympathy from others .

Oh please, shut the fuck up. She was a young teenager enjoying her time with boys who were supposedly her ‘friends’ I’m sure she never would have thought that she would be put in a position like this with such boys. It was a party, yeah, shit happens and people get drunk at parties. So what, rape is beyond anyone’s control. It doesn’t have to do with what the girl is wearing, thei environment, what’s sad is that girls who were raped were all “asking for it” which is not true. If a girl wants to go to a party, so the fuck what! If a girl wants to show her stomach through a crop top, SO THE FUCK WHAT! What’s sad is the boys who don’t know how to control their hormones and listen to what “no” means. But what’s also sad, is you and your pathetic comment.

What’s really so sad is that foolish women persist in “daring” a rapist (or rapists) to rape you, and worse, encouraging other foolish women to carelessly expose themselves to danger.
Blaming rapists does the raped girl or woman no good. Blaming and punishing rapists is the place of the criminal justice system. The responsibility of the individual is to take reasonable measures to reduce the risk of being victimized.
Marching waving signs: “Don’t Tell Me To Not Be Raped; Tell Men Not To Rape” hasn’t changed a single rapist’s mind, hasn’t prevented a single rape or molestation.
Men Don’t Rape; Rapists Rape. Is that so difficult to understand?

So my dad and mom divorced, and I lived with my dad one day I was going to school and he come up behind me and touched my bottom them like humped me a bit
I sorta just send okay bye and left
That night I stayed in my room because it was weird and he cme in and yelled get on the bed he had a belt so I ran over to the bed and he said pull down your pants I refused he whip me twice so I did he touched my vagina and I screamed and slapped him he said take off you top and he whipped me I did and he touched my boobs then he got undressed and he started kissing me he made me touch his penis He humped me and humped me I started to cry
That whole time I had to touch his penis he said put my penis into you I cried and cried he humped me and wriggled around a lot I stopped crying because it started to feel good
He pushed it in harder and harder I pushed his penis more and more we did it all night it felt so good but it was wrong I left in the morning and now I’m living with my mom

I was only nine years old
>I loved dad so much .I pray to dad every night, thanking him for the life I have been given .My brother hears me and calls me a faggot .He is obviously jealous of my devotion to dad .I called him a cunt . He slaps me and sends me to my room .I am crying now, because my face hurts .I go into my bed and it is very cold . I feel a warmth moving towards me. I fell something touch me It’s dad.I am so happy. He whispers into my ear, “This is my house”. He grabs me with his powerful miner hands and puts me on my hands and knees .I’m ready .I spread my ass cheeks for dad. He penetrates my butthole .It hurts so much, but I do it for dad. I can feel my anus tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force .I want to please dad .He roars a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his love .My mom walks in . dad looks him deep in the eyes and says, “It’s all over now”Dad leaves through my window
dad is love, dad is life.

you are really strong.. gbu … i dont understand how come these guysdo such a pathetic unhuman thing with someone .. actually we feel ashamed of being boys sometimes due to these kinda guys…. just hate them…

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For the life of me I cant believe that women get attacked and don’t report it
My not bring all these offenders to court make them pay for the behaviour I
Its not OK nor will be why not do something about it
Don’t let the bastards get away with it
It would not be acceptable in Australia whether your black white pink or green
Just do it and make sure that every one knows tel the other relatives

Many raped women are unwilling to go through months of questioning, hearings, court appearances, being described as a trashy whore slut, threatened by the perp’s friends or family, and risking his being dismissed or acquitted after all she has gone through, then seeing him in town, at school and hearing of his bragging about his conquest.
Many women who have been raped and seen the rapist convicted swear that they would not go through the ordeal again.
So don’t blame raped women and girls for not filing criminal complaints, or for the rapists continuing to rape. Even the most sympathetic and supportive police and prosecutors cannot prevent the experience of a victim/state’s witness being an ordeal.

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